Eminem - Syllables Lyrics
(feat. Dr Dre, 50 Cent, Jay-Z, Cashis, Stat Quo)It's not about lyrics anymore, it's about a hot beat and a catchy hook[Eminem]If we gotta dumb down our style and ABC itThen so be it.Cause nowadays these kids, jeezDon't give a shit about lyricsAll they wanna hear is a beat and that's itLong as they can go to the club and get blitzPick up some chicks and get some digitsAnd the DJ's playing them hitsOh, this my jam, this my shitWe don't know a word to a verse,All we know is the chorus'Cause the chorus repeats the same four words for usAnd the songs ginormous, the whole formula's switched'Cause we don't know anymore, what are hitsIs it the beat, is it the rap?Is it a finger snap or the same 808 clap?And how do we adapt and get TRL votesWhen 13 year olds control the remoteAnd Ashley's got a brand new noseWe gotta put some new emphasis on our syllables[Jay-Z]If the emphasis on the compact disc isn't the beatThan I'm gonna feature EM and get richAnd let Dre mix the shit and drive off in the Range Ro'Cause everywhere I go they love the bling bling flowBang bang look at the way my chain glowThe ring on my fing' cost Jermaine a lot of dough, ohThe ***** am I busting my brain for?It's just the way the game go, oh, it takes 2 to tangoYou call this a lame flowYou bought the shitI guess you to blame tooI just found the angleNo more reality flowI'm tryna time my album dropping with a reality show***** the Mac 11 in front of Hot 97And call my publicist, tell her, "We're in press heaven"No one gives a shit except some kids who just got into sex on the InternetSo you want the chat room or the house of Malibu, Em?Your emphasis is on the wrong syllable[Dr Dre]They said 30's the new 20Funny, must mean 40's the new 30Interesting 'cause ever since then it's been innocenceAn extension for veteran rappers that are better than halfOf the shit coming out right nowIt's all trashThe torch is gonna burn out before it gets passedJay said it's his last and 50 and EmThen what? Detox drops what we got thenSo now our whole camps is running around scrambling over what to doGambling everytime we put a record outJust looking for that hook[Eminem](Wait, Dre, look)Shorty I love youAnd you love me tooWe were meant to be 'cause shortyYou love meAnd I love you tooAnd I promise I'll be true to you[50 Cent]Go shorty, it's your birthdayYou made it just in time to hear my wordplayIt's the kid that flip flows who used to flip O'sAnd run G for days used to see how I get hoesI'm international, I get my dick licked round the globeI'm sick right into shows, riding on lolo'sPuffing on coco, my ***** in Manolo'sDon't ***** with the dodo's, that's slang for dumb hoesI playing, I ain't got time to joke, jokeYou ***** around, you could get your ass smoked lock,It's not a game, me B, I ain't playingBeat behind me playing, so you ain't hear anywayYou don't hear what I'm sayingMe fin-nini-naFee-fi-dididee-yayJust give me my check and I'll be on my waySunny bunny money and funnyYou ain't even listening and I just took your money[Stat Quo]There once was a time everywhere he turnedShady aftermath was all you heardBut they say 50 sang too muchAnd Em got softAnd they say Dre just fell the ***** offWell, ***** the "***** off"sAll y'all eat salt, be mad, we bad fresh up outta the vault, oh!New syllables eat ball, you *****s off'sYour house, your ***** I'm getting sucked offEast, south, midwest, even up northFalling victim to wax, spitting, bring out the white chalkAll for the gingerbread, we get it and get lostCatch me if you can, I'm running past while y'all walk[Ca$hi$]Shady made me for bringing it backFor the history of rapIt's gone with a snap, a sneer and a clapWhat happened to just spitting about living in the mother*****ing city you atIn the grimiest condition, I breath in dramaKing Mathers and Cash me, that's freak karmaI'm everything, anything, you could never beIt's a hitting, rhyme in the month deepI speak with a piece, no peace on my mindI repeat every evil deed done of mineNo rest contest, contract to signBy blood I'm in this squad for lifeHear out my wind pipes and I just chimeI'm the reason you guys won't say that lineI'm crazy renegade like Em and Jay-ZI'm Rosemary's baby, I want you to hate me[Eminem]Shorty I love youAnd you love me tooWe were meant to be cause shortyYou love meAnd I love you tooAnd I promise I'll be true to you[Talking]It is not about lyrics anymore,It is not about lyrics anymoreIt's about a hot beat, a hot beatIt's about a hot beat, a hot beatA hot, hot, hot beatAnd a catchy hookA hot, hot, hot beatAnd a catchy hookNobody gives a damn about them syllables, sillyle-ables, whatever they areI don't care if you gotta rhyme smo, joe, toe and glowNow get out there and sell some god-damn records
